The star of the show: spent grain, courtesy of the brooklyn brewery ... and the supporting cast: the (over)enthusiastic biga the soaker let's give them a big round of applause. ok, so i must be the last schmuck sporting a cold mid-june. which means a) i grumble (je ronchonne) and b) i bake. this, combined with the discovery of peter reinhart's whol

Marc, stéphane, liz and myself made a poor attempt at going to the bacon take-down in williamsburg on sunday afternoon. it turned out, an hour before it even started, all the tickets were sold. well we could have been cheesed off (ça aurait pu nous foutre en rogne) for being robbed of our bacon fest, instead we set off to have a nice beer and pro

Full frontal. this blog is becoming unacceptably filthy.

You try to read books in a new york research library. frederick the great's relationships with his kapelle musicians have never been so thrilling. and clumps of old men with moustaches (what's with the moustache, i ask?) and an optional hunch keep chatting loudly right next to you. inwardly, the teacher in you fulminates - but you can't, oh you can

Can't remember what they're called. "party animal turnips"?

I must be terribly naïve, or a little dim-witted (un peu nunuche) perhaps. i still don't understand why people google (and several times a day too) the words "kiwi porn", which in turns brings them to my uncanny fruit post. i mean, it's pretty damn flattering that i seem to be the world reference on kiwi porn, but who on earth are these people? if

The good news about having marc over at your dinner party, taking pictures, is you can guarantee that all the food is going to look glam. the other good news is that every bite tastes as good as it looks. you'll have to take colloquial cook's word for it, dudes (va falloir me faire confiance sur ce coup, les gars). i am considering ways i could con

Don't worry, no light-saber involved (yet). just to let you guys know that my new blog is up - still a bit cranky and jet-lagged from the move, but pretty operational! don't forget to update your feed. the new address is: http://colloquialcooking.com/ see you on the other side of the mirror, mes bons petits. be careful on your way there, and don't

Last week i was lucky enough to receive a little ziploc through the mail, filled with dried morels kindly offered by justin from marx foods, and the mission to come up with a recipe. i can't say i looked very far. pierre hermé's new book on macarons (a jewel of a book that will make you an emotional wreck) and a foraging expedition upstate new yor

And a giveway!! "how much junk food does he eat?" dr. olman is asking."oh," janice says, with enthusiasm, "he's a real addict." his wife is, it occurs to harry, a channel that can't be switched. […] ". . . tons of fat through his system," dr. olman is saying, "rivers of it, some of it has to stick. marbled meats, pork sausage, liverwurst, baloney